Sunday Scribblings - Standing Ovation

The lights dimmed and my body went pliant,

As the whole house around me fell silent.

Anticipation filled the air as she started to pace,

Tall, lithe and the epitome of grace.

She was ethereal; soft like the wind.

Dressed in fabric as delicate as flutter-by wings,

Her feet were shod

In slipper-like things.

Soft steps,

Taken on the tips of her toes.

Her eyes distant,

Where she is, nobody knows.

She sits upon the polished bench,

Her hands raised some six inches high.

No music to distract her,

And I wonder why?

The pianoforte is large and softly shaped,

The keys pure ivory; peddles golden-plate.

Its tone so perfect, yet utterly forlorn,

I had to wonder at her future fate.

So magical was the melody,

I lost track of time.

Had she played for minutes or months,

The thought of her stopping was surely a crime.

Fingers flew,

Intensity grew

And suddenly I found

My feet on the ground.

 I stood with the others,

Hands flying to and fro.

My heart grew larger; my smile so wide,

Her music brought me alive inside.

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Wednesday Word of the Day

Erubescent \er-oo-BES-uhnt\, adjective:
Becoming red or reddish; blushing.

Erubescent comes from the same Latin root as "ruby."

~Hmm, I can see lots of different sentences to use this word with.  hehe~

Her full, pale cheeks glowed with an erubescent shade that matched the silk sheets to perfection.  ~wink~

Tuesday Temptation - Kandy Apple and her Hellhounds

Two sexy, gentlemen hellhounds and a sassy red-headed witch wing their way through time and dimensions living, loving and kicking bad guy butt.  Zin, Zol and their Kandy Apple are sure to put a smile on your face and an itch in your shoe to dance the night away!  Grab your copy now.  :)



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Friday Fun

How come my library doesn't do this?? 

Thanks to my Darling Diva for getting this stuck in my head today.  ~wink~

Wednesday Word of the Day

usufruct \YOO-zoo-fruhkt\, noun:
The right to use the property of another as long as it isn't damaged.

~Okay, I had to use this word today because, well, look at it.  What a weird and wild word.  It reminds me of something I'd hear on one of the shows my Darling Diva likes, Phineas and Ferb.  LOL~

Monday Mission...

To find more time to write this summer!

Who knows, maybe if I write it down and come back and look at this blog periodically I will reinforce, er guilt, myself into making it happen!  LOL

Wednesday Word of the Day

Trig \TRIG\, adjective:
1. Neat, trim, smart.
verb:
1. To make neat or trim.
noun:
1. A wedge or block used to prevent a wheel, cask, or the like, from rolling.
adjective:
1. In good physical condition; sound; well.

~Hmmm, yeah well, I don't think I'm going to successfully interject this word into a conversation without being stared at.  Good thing I'm used to getting the eye...who should I use it on first? LOL  "My, aren't you looking trig today."~  

You Just Never Know...

This was nearly my reality this weekend.  Something as simple as rearranging the furniture left me with a crashed computer and an emotional waterfall of yuckiness. 

The hubby and I decided it would be nice to try the living room with a different set-up, you know breathe some change into the same old and I have to say, I love the new layout.  We made more room and removed some of the clutter.  It rocks!

Unfortunately, there's always a victim - a broken vase, a dinged up chair or even blown light bulbs.  How I wish it had been the light bulbs....

But alas, for some inexplicable reason, my computer decided that yesterday would be a fine day to crash.  Gone are the music files, gone are the links I use readily in my research, gone are some of the ideas I had yet to save to my external hard drive, but saddest of all, gone are all of the pictures I'd been saving of my Darling Diva.  ~hanging my head low~

There is a silver lining though.  See, I still have my Darling Diva and a camera just waiting to be filled, I'm wiser now and will become the back-up queen, I did back-up most of my story ideas and the computer was at least recoverable back to its factory settings. 

So I start again.  :)

Have a lovely week, everyone!  And don't forget to back-up those files!

Sunday Scribblings - Wood

“The graceful pine provides a straight line,

The mighty oak, so fine to stroke.

Cedar, cedar your storage abilities make you a leader,

Hickory, dickory, dock you make a lovely grandfather clock.

Cherry, cherry the color of berries,

Mesquite so neat, your smell is oh so sweet.”

And so it went as the pony-tailed girl skipped along through her grandfather’s shop, singing her song to the wood that called to her so loudly.  Each board spoke to her of what it should be—a jewelry box, a clock, a window frame or a sturdy door ready to protect.

One day, Kaily Rose would be old enough to shape the timber into its true form.  Her wings would be large enough to deliver the gifts to their rightful owners, just as Pappy did.  Until then, she would sing her songs of growth; of love, to the wood.  She would prepare it for her hand and wait for Pappy to give her, her first tool.  

Wednesday Word of the Day

Aporia \uh-PAWR-ee-uh\, noun:
1. Difficulty determining the truth of an idea due to equally valid arguments for and against it.
2. In rhetoric, the expression of a simulated or real doubt, as about where to begin or what to do or say.

~ Hmmm...would this be the gray area?  :) ~

Tickle Me Tuesday

A Magical Return is now available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.  Yay!

Happy Holiday!

 Stay safe everyone and have a sexy holiday!  Make lots of your very own fireworks.  ~wink~

Sunday Scribblings - A Hitch in the Plan

Her voice, delicate as a butterfly’s wings

Shook as she asked the pertinent questions,

When did it happen, where, how…

His look, dark and shuttered

Apologized for the pain he was about to instill,

“The road was icy…the cliff—steep.”

Desolation warred with anger

She’d begged him to stay off the mountain,

“Was his body, all in one piece?” the hitch in her voice barely noticeable.

Concerned yet confused, he raised an eyebrow

Questioning her unexpected gruesomeness, he replied

“Yes, it was a head wound that killed him…I’m sorry.”

Relief poured from her, wetting her skin

He would be back and she would be ready.

“Thank you, officer, you know the way out.”

The house was dark, the bags all packed

She sat in the parlor waiting for him to arrive,

A speech waiting to leave her lips before finding a new home.

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